Oceans of Ferocity
What are we?
Travellers caught in a life space -
souls through eternity?
Who are we?
People? Beings? Animals?
Our true nature is hidden deep.
Would we recognise our true self
in the hour of need?
Why are we?
Coexisting with each other.
Conversations, friends, a civilised
cup of tea?
Caged to the rule of law to maintain
society?
What will happen?
When nature reveals a new form of
human anarchy?
Do we seriously think that nature
has no power over the human races
longevity
Do we seriously think our future
grass will get greener when history
spells out humankind is built on
sinister yet tailored savagery?
Do we feel?
Do we feel a cold wind gathering?
Do we trap the beast of nature for
our selfish pitiful greed?
As natural as the water in the
deepest sea, we are as natural as
can be.
But this earth as seen it all before so,
so many times indeed.
Do we see?
Do we see that in the big picture the
life and history of humanity is nothing
but a tear drop in nature’s ocean of
ferocity?
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